Hey guess what?
I can hardly adam and eve it myself but I'm currently sitting outside writing this...in the sun!
This place is without doubt beautiful but the seemingly incessant wind and rain mean that the beauty is rather less transparent than other spots which leap to mind when one thinks of beauty. The beaches of South East Asia, the Ngoro Ngoro basin and the rolling hills of the Peak District are rather more obvious choices in a top 10 list but given time and windproof clothing this is certainly an acquired taste which rewards the investment.
Add a dash of sun and turn the wind down a notch or two and you've got yourself beaches here which are every bit as inviting as any I've had the pleasure of visiting. Soft sand, clear water, some of the best waves for surfing in the world and an absolute lack of development result in a beach-time bonanza.
Last night I went to a small beach a short drive away to watch the sunset and to roll around on a sand dune, today I walked with my three year old niece(ish) to the nearest beach and tonight I may wander down there again, it's only about a ten minute walk away so why not.
Speaking of my niece we sat outside the bakers for a little chat today while she nibbled at a cheese and asparagus pie. We were talking about Mums and Dads and she asked me what my Dad's name is. I told her and that I hadn't seen him for a while, she asked me if he was a little bit angry, I said I supposed he was, she asked me if he was far away and I said he was and she said he must be a little bit sad which again, I supposed he was. I haven't seen my Dad for about 15 years and a little three year old seemed to have it all worked out.
I suppose that may be one of those things that's only interesting to a doting Uncle(ish) but it just seemed a bit odd.
Anyway, I was meaning to detail the edited highlights of the local paper which hit the streets yesterday. You may think that not much happens in a place with only 1800 residents but you'd be terribly, terribly mistaken in your estimation. I don't want to give too much away now so I'll get back to you later with all the news.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
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- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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